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S-ONGS ' 

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OF 



LOYE AND LIBERTY. 



COMPILED BY 



A NOKTH,CABOLIN.A-LADY . 



RALEIGH, B. C, 

Branson' & fa'rrar 

JFAYETTEVILLE STREET, 

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SONGS OF 

LOYE AND LIBERTY. 



" We Conquer or IMe. w 

Composed by Jas. Pierpont. 

The war drum is beating, prepare for the fight, 
The stern bigot Northman exults in his might ; 
Gird on your bright weapons, your foemen are nigh 
. And this be our watchword, " We conquer or die." 

The trumpet is sounding from mountain to shore, 
Your swords and your lances must slumber no more, 
Fling forth to the sunlight your banner on high, 
Inscribed with the watchword, " We conquer or die." 

Minh on the battlefield, there to do or dare, 
"W L] shoulder to shoulder, all danger to share. 
And let your proud watchword ring up to the sky, 
^Till the blue arch re-echoes, " We conquer or die." 

ifii r'ress forward undaunted nor think of retreat, 
^"The enemy's host on the threshold to meet-; 
"• Strike firm, till the foeman before you shall fly, 
.Appalled by the watchword, " We conquer or die." 

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4 £. SONGS, OF LOVE AND LIBERTY. 

Go fcrth in the pathway our forefathers trod, 
"We, too, fight for freedom — our Captain is God, 
Their blood in our veins, with their hqnors Ave vie, 
Theirs, too, was the watchword, " We eonquer or die." 

We strike for the South — Mountain, Valley and Plain, 
For the South we will conquer again and again; 
Her day of salvation and triumph is nigh, -~^% 

Ours, then, be the watchword, " We conquer or die." 



From tho Greenville, 'Ala. Observer, 

"War Song ©£ ifee Parfizsm Hangers. 

DEDICATED TO CAPT. JOHN Hi MORGAN. 

By Benjamin F. Porter. 

Ant: —-"'McGregor's Gathering." 

The forests are green by the homes of the South, 
But the hearth-stones are red with the Wood of her 
youth : - . 

Unfurl the black banner o^cr mountain and vale, 
Let the \>ar-cry of vengeance swell loud on the gale. 

ciioims. 
Then gather, gather, gather,' gather, gather, 
While there's leaf in the forest, and foam on the river, 
The cry of the South shall be Vengeance Forever ! 

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Each drop of the blood of our children. they've shod, J 
Our foes shall atone for, in heaps of their dead ! 
Tho signal for fight which our forefathers knew,- 
Shall bo heard fri their midst in our vengeful halloo. 
Ciioifus.— T>t£m gather, (fee. 



SONGS OF LOVE AND LIBERTY. 5 

Thro' their cities our horsemen! with sword and with 

flame, 
Shall carry the dread of the Southerner's name ! 
At the sound of our bugles their strong men shall 

quail,. ' 

And the cheeks of their wh zs and their mothers turn 

pale. 

Chorus. — Then gather, &c, 

They have blasted our fields — the}'' have slaughtered 
our youth, , 

A&d dishonored the names of the maids of the South ■ 
But the rivers shall dry, and the mountains be riven, 
Ere vengeance be quenched or our wrong's be forgiven. 
Chorus. — Then gather, &c. 

Then rally from forest and rally from ford, 

Give their homes to. the flame i and their sons to the 

P sword ; * 
"While a child shall be born in the South, let its cry 
Be " Death to the Northman, and vengeance for aye!" 
Chorus. — Then gather, &c.' 



.Listen to the Mocking Bird. 

I'm dreaming now of llally, sweet Ilally, sweet Halty, 

I'm dreammg now of Iially, 
For the thought of her is one that never dies;- 
She is sleeping in the valley, the valley, the valley, 

She is sleeping in the valley, 
And the mocking bird is singing where she lies, 
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6 SONGS OF LOVE AND LIBEETT. 

Listen to the mocking bird, 

Listen to the -mocking bird, 
The mocking bird still singing o'er her grave. ; 
. Listen to the mocking bird, 

Listen to the mocking bird, 
Still singing where the weeping willows wave. 

. Ali! well I yet remember, remember, remember, 

Ah J well 1 yet remeti'ber^ 
"When we gathered in the "cotton side by -side, 
'Twas in the'mild September, September, September, 

'Twas in^the mild September, 
And the mocking bird was singing far and wide. 

— % , Listen to the mocking bird, 

Listen to the mocking bird, 
The mocking bird still singing o'er her grave, 

Listen to the mocking bird, 

Listen to the mocking bird, 
Still singing where the weeping willows wave. 

"When the charms of spring awaken, awaken', awaken, 
When the charms of spring awaken, 

And the mocking. bird is singing On the bough, 

I feel like one forsaken, forsaken, forsaken, ' 
I feel like one forsaken, 

Since my Hally is no longer with me now. 

Listen to the mockingbird, 

Listen to the mocking bird, , 
The mocking bird still singing o'er her grave, 

Listen to tne mocking bird, 
■ Listen to the mocking-bird, 
Still singing where the weeping willows wave. 



=BOKGS 0~¥ LOVE AND LIBERTY. 7 

Fairy Belle. 

•the pride of the village, and the fairest in the deli, 
Is the queen of my song, and her name is Fairy Belle ; 
The sound of her light step may be heard upon the hill, 
Like the fall of the snow-drop oi'the dripping of the, rill. 

chorus. 

Fairy Belle, gentle Fairy Belle, 
The star of the night and the lily of the day, 

Fairy Belle, the queen of all the dell, 
Long may she revelon her bright sunny way, 

-She sings to the meadows, and she carols to the streams, 
i .She laughs in the sim-light, and smiles, while in Iter 

dreams ; 
lller hair, like the thistle down, is borne, upon the air, 
.■And her heart, like the humming bird's, is free from 
every care. CS'-' ! 

Chorus. — Fairy Bells, &c« 
iHer soft notes of melody abound me sweetly tall ; 
I Her eye full of leve, is now beaming on my soul ; 
iThe" sound of that- gentle voice, the glance of that eye, 
^Surround me with rapture that no other heart could 
sigh. 

Chorus. — Fairy Belle, &c. 



Nearest Spot of ICartls. 

By W. T. Wrighton. 
The dearest spot of eSrth to n>e 

Is home, sweet home ! 
The fairy land I long to see - 

Is home, sweet home." 

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SONGfl OF LOVE ANJ) LIBERTY. 

4 

There how charmed the sense of hearir 
There wherfl love is so endearing! 
All the world is not so cheering 
As home, sweet home ! 

CHORUS. 

The dearest spot of ea-i'th to me 

Is heme, sweet home! 
The fairy land I long to see 

Is_ home, sweet home ! 

I've taught my heart the way to prize 

Isiy home, sweet home ! 
I've learned to look with lover's eyes 

On home, sweet home ! 
There, where vows are truly plighted ! 
There, where hearts are so united ! ■ 
All the world besides I've slighted 

For home, sweet home ! . 
The dearest spot of earth, -&c. 



' D© They Miss Meat Home. 

Do they miss me at home, do they miss me ? 

•'Twouldbe an assurance-most dear, 
To know $h at this moment some loved one 

Were saying I wisk he were here, - 
To feel that the group at the fireside . • 

Were thinking of me as" I roam, 
Oh, yes, 'twould be joy beyond measure 
. To know that they miss me at home, 
To know that they "miss me at home. 



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SONGS -OF" LOVE AND LIBERTY. 9 

When twilight approaches, the season 

That ever is sacred to song,- . -' 
Does 'some one repeat "my name over, 

And sigh that 1 tarry so long? 
And is there a chord in the ■•music 

That's miss'd when, my voice is away, 
And a chord- in each heart that awakcth 

Regret at my wearisome stay, 

Regret at my wearisome stay t 

Do they set me a chair near the table, 
- When ev'ning's home pleasures are nigh, 
When the candles are lit in the parlor, 
And the stars in the calm azure sky ? 
And when the " good nights " are repeated, 

And all lay them down to their sleep, 
( Do they think of the absent, and waft me 

A whispered "gooil night', while they weep, 
A whispered "good night" while they weepf 

Do they miss me at home — do they miss me 

. At morning, at noon, or at night, 

And lingers one gloomy shade round them 

That only my presence can light? 
Are joys less invitingly welcome, 

And pleasures less hale than before, 
Because one is miss'd from the circle, ; < 

Because I am with them no more, 

Because I am with them no more 2 



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10 SO^GS OF LOVE AND- LIBERT?. 

'TJiere's Life &n tbe Old Land Yef. 

Wortfs by James R. Randall*. 

BvLlue Patapsco's billowy~dash,. 

TFhe tyrant's war-shout cduies 
•Along with the cymbal's fitful clash, 

And the growl of his sullen drums ■;. 
We hear it— we heed it— with vengeful thrills, 

And we shall not forgive or forget — 
There's faith in the streams, there's hope in the hills* 

There's life in the Old Land yet ! 

Minions 1 we sleep, but we are not dead"; 

We are crushed, we are scourged, we are scarred i 
"Wg cr juch — 'tis to welcome the triumph tread 

Of the peerless Beauregard. 
Then woe to your vile, polluting- horde,. 

When the Southern braves .are mefc — 
There's faith in the victor's stainless sword, 

There's life in the Old Land yet. 

Bigots ! ye quell not the valiant mind,. 

With the -clank of an iron chain — 
The spirit of Freedom sings in the wind 

O'er Merryman, Thomas and Kane ; 
And we, though we smite n<">t, are not thralls — 

We are piling a gory debt ; 
While down by McHenry's dungeon walls, 

There's life in the Old Land yet ! . 

Our. women have hung their harps. away, 

And they scowl on your brutal bands, 
Whije the nimble poignard dares the day 

In their dear, defiant hands ; * 



SUNU» KJJi — L.U Vi!i 'Hill LI JUliJHWT^H^ 

They Will strip tlieir tresses to string our bows, 

Ere the .Northern sun is set— 
There's faith in their unrelenting woe& — 

There's life in the. Old Land yet ! 

There's life, though it throbbeth in silent veins — 

*Tis- vocal without noise — 
It gushes o'er Manassa's solemn plains 

From the blood of the Maryland boys. 
That blood shall cry aloud, and rise % 

"With an everlasting threat — 
By the death of the brave, by the God in the skies, 

There's life in the Old Land yet ! 



Hoaany Sesaet. 

the summer is brightly glowing, 
The wild birds wake their song, 
And the streamlet, as it softly murmurs, 
So gently glides along, 

CHORUS. 

Whore the sweet hedge-rose is blowing 
In the woodlands green ; 

There I love to wander with my heart's true cmeen 
•My bq ny, bonny J^uL,' ' ' 

Yet, 'tis not the rosy tint of summer, 

Nor the song-bird's joyous lay, 

Nor the streamlet's soft and "murmuring music, 

That makesmy heart feci gay ; 

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22 SONGS OF LOVE- AND LIBERTY. 

- CHORUS. 

*Tis her smile that beams upon me, 'mid each flow'ry 

scene ;■ 
"Whiltf.I love to wander with my heart's true oj*ieen„ 
My bonny, bonny Jean. 

" Bonny Jean," your smiles are always with me, 
"When absent, lo^e, from thee, 
M»king joy_and sunshine round my path-way, 
"Wherever I may be, 



May they ever beam upon me, in this mortal scene ; 
"While I fondly wander with my heart's true queen,, 
'My bonny, bonny Jean. . 



- ,"' .Dixie War §oiag» 

Words by H. S. 'Stanton, Esq. 

Hear ye not the sounds of battle, 
Sabres clash and muskets rattle? 

» To arms ! to arms ! to arms in Dixie [ 
Hostile footsteps on our border, 
Hostile columns tread in order, 

To arms ! to arms ! to arms in Dixie ! 

CHORUS. 

Oh, fly to arms in Dixie ! 

From Dixie's land we'll route the band,. 
That comes to conquer Dixie, 

To arms ! 
To arms' ! and route the foe from Dixie. 



SONGS OF LOVE AND LIBERIA. 13 

See the red smoke hanging o'er us ! 
Hear the cannon's booming chorus ! 

To arms ! to arms ! to arms in Dixie ! 
See our steady columns forming, 
Hear the shouting ! hear the storming ! 

To arms' ! to arms ! to arms in Dixie ! 
Chorus. — Oh, fly to arms in Dixie ! &c. 

Gird your Joins with sword and sabre,. * 

G^ve your lives to freedom's labor ! 

To arms ! to arms ! to arms in Dixie! 
What though every hearth be saddened ? 
"What though all the land be reddened ? 
To arms ! to arms ! to arms in Dixie !' 
Chorus. — Oh, fly to arms in Dixie ! &c. 

Shall this boasting, mad invader 
Trample Dixie'and degrade her ? 

To arms I to arms ! to arms in Dixie ! 
By our fathers' proud example !. ' 
Southern soil they shall not trample ! 

To. arms ! to arms ! to arms in Dixie !- 
Chorus.— Oh, fly to arms in Dixie ! &c. 

Southrons meet them on the border ! 
Charge them into wild disorder ! 

' To arms ! to arms ! to arms in Dixie 1 
Hew the Vandals down before you ! 
Till the last inch they restore you ! 
To arms ! to arms ! to arms in Dixie ! 
Chorus. — Oh, fly to arms in Dixie ! <fcc. 

Through the echoing hills resounding, 
Hear the Southern bugles sounding, 

To arms ! to arms ! to arms in Dixie ! 
Arouse from every hill and vallej^, 
"List .the bugle ! ' rally ! rally ! 

To arms ! to arms ! to arms in Dixie ! 
Chorus. — Oh, fly to arms in Dixie ! &c. 



Tfte Cottage by the Sea. 

Childhood's days now pass before'me, 
i Forms and scenes of long ago, 
Like a dream they hover o'e? me, 

Calm and bright as evening's glow J 
Days that knew no shade of sorrow,- 

When my young heart, pure and free, 
Joyful hail'd each coming morrow, 

In the cottage by the sea, , 
Joyful hail'd each coming morrow, 

In the cottage, the cottage by the sea; ■ 

Fancy sees the rose-tree twining 

Hound the old and rustic door, 
And below the white beaeh shining, 

Where I gathered shells of yore, 
Hears my mother's gentle warning, . 

As she took me on her knee; 
And I feel again life's morning, 

In the cottage by the sea, 
And I feel again life's morning, 

In the cottage, the cottage by the sea, 

What though years hslve rolled above me, 

Though mid fairer scenes 1 roam, 
Yet I ne'er shall cease to love thee, 

Childhood's dear and happy home! s 
And when life's long day is closing, 

Oh, how pleasant would it be, 
On some faithful breast reposing", 

In the cottage by the sea, 
On some faithful breast reposing, 

In the cottage, the cottage by the 



#ONGS' OF LOVE AND LIBERTY. 15 

■ Tfie Officer's Funeral. 

Hark! to the shrill truniphet calling", , 

It pierceth the soft summer air ! 
Tears from each comrade are falling-, 

For the widow and orphan are there ! ♦ 
The bayonets earthward are turning, 

And the drum's muffled breath rolls around, 
But he hears not the voice of their mourning, 

Nor awakes to the bugle's sound ; 
But he henrs not the voice of their mourning, 

Nor awakes to the bugle's sound. 

• Sleep, soldier ! tho' many regret thee, 

Who stand' by thy cold bier to-day, 
Soon, soon shall the kindest forget thee, . 

And thy name from the earth pass away. 
The man thou didst love as a brother, 

A friend in thy place will have gained, 
Thy dog shall keep watch for another, 
- And thy steed by a stranger be rein'd, 
Thy dog shall keep watch for another, 

And thy steed by a stranger be rein'd,, 

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But tho' hearts that now mourn for thee sadly, 

Soon joyous as ever shall be, 
fho' thy bright orphan boy may laugh gladly. 

As he sits on some comrade's kind knee, 
There is one who shall still pay the duty 

Of tears for the true and the brave, 
As when first in the blQGm of her beauty, 

She wept o'er the soldier's grave, 
As when first in the bloom of her beauty 

fjhe wept o'er the soldier's grave. 



16 SONGHSJfc LOVE AND LIBERTY. 

Ever of. Tlice. 

Words by G. Lirdcu - * ; 

. Ui T .cr of thee I'm fondly tk earning, * ' 

Thy gentle voice my spirit it can cheer ; 
*hou wert the star that mildly beaming, 
'.Shone u'er my path when all was daik and drear. 
Still in my heart thy form I cherish, 

Every kind thought like a bird flies to thee ; 
Oh ! never till life and mem'ry perish, 



Can I forget how dear thou art-to, me > 
Morn, noon and night, where'er I may be, 
Fondly I'm dreaming ever of thee !. 
Fondly I'm dreaming ever of thee 1 

Ever of thee, when sad and lonely, 

Wandering afar my soul joy'd to dwell ; 

Ah ! then I felt I loved thee only ; 

All seem'd to fade before affection's spell. 

Years have not chill' d the love I cherish ; 

True as.fche stars hath my heart been to thee ; 

Ah ! never till life and mem'ry perish. 



I Sec Ilea- Still in My Dreams. 

While the flow'rs bloom- in gladness and spring birds 

rejoice, 
There's a void in our'houschold of one gentle voice. , 
The form of a loved one hath passed from the light, 
But the sound of her foot-fail returns with the night. 



SONGS Of LOVE AND LIBERTY. 17 



• CHORUS.' ' 

Vor I see her- still in my dreams, I see her still in my 
\ dreams, .. 
Though her ' gmJles have departed from the meadows 

and the streams, . 
I see her still in my dreams, i see lieu still in my 

dreams, 
Though her smiles. have departed from the meadows 

and the streams. 

Tho' her voice once familiar, hath gone from the day, 
And her smiles from the sunlight have faded away, 
Though I wake to a scene now deserted and "bleak, 
In my visions I find the lost form that I seek, 

Chorus.— For I see her stijpl in my dreams, &o. 



The Bonnie; Blue Flag. 

Words and Music by Harry Macarthy. 

,.We are a band ol brothers, and' native to the soil, ^ 
Fighting for the property we gained by honest toil, ' 
And when our rights were threatened, the cry rose 

near and far, 
Hurrah for the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single 

star, 

cuoitus. 
Hurrah ! Hurrah ! for Southern Rights ! Hurrah ! 
Hurrah for the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single 
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18' SONGS OF LOVE AND LIBERTY. 

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As long as the Union was faithful to her trust, 
Like friends and like, brothers we were kind, we were * 

just; . . 

But now, when Northern treachery attempts our rights ' 

to mar, . * 

We hoist on high the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a sin- 
gle star ! 

Chorus. — Hurrah ! &c. 



First, gallant South Carolina nobly made the stand ; 
Then came Alabama, who took her by the hand ; 
Next, quickly Mississippi, Georgia and Florida, 
All raised on high the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a 
single star ! 

Chorus. — Hurrah! &c. 



Ye men of Valor, gather 'round the banner of the 

Right ! 
Texas and fair Louisiana join us in the fight; 
Davis, our loved President, and Stephens, statesmen 

rare, 
Now rally 'round the Bonnie Blue Flag 'that bears a 

single star ! 

Chorus.— Hurrah! &o. 



And here's to brave Virginia! the Old Dominion 

State; 
"With the young Confederacy at length has linked l^er 

fate, 
Impelled by her example, now other States prepare 
To hoist on high the Bonnie Bins Flag that bears a 
' single star ! v 

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Chorus, — Hurrah! &.<?. 



50NGS OSWLOVE A^IJ JjlBXitxrx. ±9 

•Then, here's to our Confederacy! strong we are and 
brave, > * . . 

Like patriots of old, we'll fight our heritage to save ; 

And rather than submit to shame, to die we would pre- 
fer ; 

So cheer for the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single 
star ! 

Cuoaus — Hurrah! &c, 

Then cheer, boys', cheer ; raise the joyous shout ; 
Arkansas and North Carolina now have both gone out, 
And let another rousing cheer for Tennessee*be given— 
The siDgle star on the Bonnie Blue Flag has grown to 
be eleven. 

CnoRUS. — Hurrah! &c. 

And now to Missouri we extend both heart and hand 
And welcome her a sister of our Confederate band ; 
Tho' surrounded by oppression no tyrant dare deter 
Her adding to- our Bonnie Blue Flag her bright and 
twelfth star. 



Chorus.— Hurrah ! Hurrah! for Southern Rights! 

Hurrah ! 
Hurrah! for the Bonnie Blue Flag has gained "its 

twelfth star. 



20 . SONGS OP LOVE^ AND LIBERT Y.- 

Tfoe Confederate #Iag. 

Written by. Mrs. V. L.. Elder, of Ncio Orleans] 

[The Music of this glorious anthem is by Sig. G. George, of 
Norfolk, Virginia.] 

Bright banner of Freedom, with pride I unfold thee! 
lair flag of my country, with love I behold thee, 
Gleaming above us in freshness and youth— 
Emblem of Liberty— symbol of Truth. 

CHORUS. 

For this flag of my countryJn«triumph. shall wave 
O'er the Southerner's home and the Southerner's 
grave. ' ' 

All bright are the stars that are beaming upon us, 
And bold are the bars that are gleaming above us — 
The one shall increase in their number and light, 
The other grow bolder in power and might. 

Chorus.— For this flag of my country in triumph shall 
Wave, <fec. 

Those bars of bright red show our firm resolution 
To die, if need be, shielding thee from pollution ; 
For man, in this hour, must give all he holds dear, 
And woman her prayers and her words of high cheer. 

^Chorus. — If they wish their fair banner in triumph to 
wave, &c. 

To, the great God of battles we look for reliance — 
On our fierce Northern foe with contempt and d<fi- 



SONGS OF LOVE AND LIBERTY. 21 

For the South- shall smile on in her fragrance and 

bloom 
When the North is fast sinking in silence and gloom. 
Chorus. — For .the flag of our country in triumph nmst 

wave, &c. ' : 



^ Tlse Volunteer. ' 

Words and Music by Harry Macarthy, 

I leave my home and thee dear, 

With sorrow .at my heart, 
It is. my country's call, dear,. 
" To aid her I depart ; 
And on the blood-red battle plain, 

We'll conquer or we'll die; 
'Tis for our honor and our name, 

We raise the battle cry, 

■ - chorus. * 

Then weep not, dearest, weep not, 

If in her cause I fall, 
weep not, dearest, weep not, 

It is my country's .call. ^ : 

And yet my heart is sore, love, 

To see thee weeping thus ; 
But mark me, thece's no fear, love, - 

For in heaven is our trust ; 
And if the heavy drooping tear 

Swells in my mourful eye, 
It is that Northmen of our land 

Should cause the battle-cry. 
Chorus.— Then weep not, dearest, S- 



SONGS 6V LOVE JWD LIBFRTY. 

Our rights have been usurped, dear, 

By Northmen of our land, 
Fanatics raise d -the cry, dear, 

Politicians fired the brand. 
The Southrons spurn the galling yoke, 

The tyrant's threats defy, 
They find we've sonsviike sturdy oak 

To raise the batttle-cry. 

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Chorus.— Then weep not, clearest, &c. 

I knew you'd let me go, pet/ 

I saw it in that tear, 
To join the gallant men, pet, 

"Who never yet knew fear. 
TV ith Beauregard and Davis, 

We'll gain our cause or die, 
Win battles like Manassas, 

And raise our battle-cry. 

Chorus. — Then weep not, dearest, & 



JLet see Hi§§ Him for- His Mo&k 

Words and Music by J. P. Ordway. 

Let me kiss him for his mother, 

Let me kiss his dear youthful brow; 

I will love him for his Mother, 

And seek her blessing now. ■ 

Kind friends have soothed his pillow, 
Have watched his every care, 

Beneath the weeping willow, 
- Oh lay him gently there. 



SONGS OF LOVE AND LIBERTY. 



Sleep, dearest, sleep, 

I love you as a brother; 
Kind friends around you weep, 
;-. I've kissed you for your Mother. 

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Let nie kiss him for his Mothers 

What though left a lone* stranger here, 
She has loved him as none. other, 

I feel her blessing near. 
Though cold that form lies sleeping^ 

Sweet angels watch around, 
Dear friends are near thee w«feeping^ 
0t|ay him gently gently down. 

Chorus.— «Sleep, dearest, sleep, <fec. 

Let me kiss hiaa to?- Ms Mother, 

Or perchance a fond sister dear ; 
If a father or a brother, 

I know their blessing's here. 
Then kiss him for his Mother, 

' Twill sooth her after years, 
Farewell, dear stranger, brother A 

Our requiems, our* tears. 
Chorus,' — Sleep, dearest, sleep, <fcc, 



SONGS OF LOVE AND LIBERTY. 

Asiaiie ILaurie. 

JNlaxwelton Braes are bonnie, 
Where, early fa's the dew, 

And it's there that Annie Laurie 
Gie'dme her promise true, 

Gie'd me her promise true, ,<| 

Which ne'er 'forgot will be ; 

And for Ronnie Annie Laurie 

• I'd lay me clown and dee. 

Her brow is like the snow drift — 

Her throat is like the swan, 
Her face it is the fairest, 

That e'-er the sun shone on — J* 
That e'er the sun shone on — 

And dark blue- is her e'e;»* ' - 
And for bSnnie Annie Laurie 

I'd lay me down and dee. 



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Like the dew on the go wan lying. 

Is the fa' o' her fairy feet, 
And like the winds in summer sighin« 

Her voice is low -and sweet, 
Her voice is low and sweet, 

And she's a'. the world to me, 
And for bonnie Annie Laurie, 

I'd lay me down and dee. 



SONGS OF LOVE AND LIBERTY. 

JL© resist 

The years creep slowly by, Lorena, 

The snow is on the grass again, 

The- sun's low down the sky, Lorena; 

The frost gleams where the flowers' have been, 

But the heart throbs on as warmly now; 

As when the summer days were nigh, 

Oh ! the sun can never dip so low . 

Adown affection's cloudless sky. 

A hundred months have passed, Lorena, 
Since last I held that hand in mine, 
And felt thy pulse beat fast, Lorena, 
Though mine beat faster far than 'thine j 
A hundred months, 'twas flow'ry'May, 
When up the hilly slope we climbed, 
To watch the dying of the' day, 
And hear the distant church^bells chime. 

We loved each other then, Lorena,- 
More than we ever cared to, tell ; 
And what we might have been, Lorena, 
Had but our lovings prospered well ; 
But then, 'tis past, the fears are gone, 
I'll not call up their shadowy forms, 
I'll say to them, "lost years sleep on. 
Sleep on, nor heed life's pelting storm." 

The story of the past, Lorena, 
Alas ! .1 care not to repeat, 
The hopes that could not last, Lorena, 
They lived, but only lived to cheat ; • 



~¥§ SONGS OF LOVE AND LIBERTY. 

I would not cause even one regret 
To rankle in your bosom now ; 
For "if we try we may forget," 
Were words of thine long years ago. 

"3£es these were words of thine, Lorena, 
They burn within my memory yet ; 
They touched some tender chords, Lorena, 
That tnrill and tremble with regret ; 
'Twas not thy woman's heart that spoke, 
Thy heart was always true to nie, 
A duty stern and pressing broke 
The tie which linked my soul to thee. 

It matters little now, Lorena, 
The past is in the eternal past, 
Our heads will soon lie low, Lorena, 
Life's tide is ebbing out so fast. 
There is a future oh ! thank G-od4 
Of life this is so small a part I 
'Tis dust to dust, beneath the sod, 
But there, tip there, 'tis heart to heart. 



Paul Vane,, or I^orcaia's Reply, 

The years are creeping slowly by, dear Paul, 

The winters come and go ; 

The winds sweep past with mournful cry, dear Paul, 

And pelt my face with snow ; 

But there's no snow upon the heart, dear Paul, 

'Tis summer always there ; 

Those early loves throw sunshine over all, 

And sweeten mem'ries dear. 



SONGS. OF LOVE AND LIBERTT. 27 

I thought it easy to forget, dear Paul, 
Life glowed with youthful hope ; • 

.The glorious future gleamed yet, dear Paul, 
And bade us clamber up ; 
Tliey frowning said, " it must not, can not be ; 
Break now the hopeless bonds IV 
And Paul, you know how well that bitter day, 
I bent to their commands. 

I've kept you ever in my heart, dear Paul, 

Through years of good and ill ; 

Our souls could not be torn apart, dear Paul, 

They're bound together still. 

I never knew how dear you were to me 

Till I was left alone ; 

I thought my poor, poor heart would break the day 

They told me you were gone. • . 

Perhaps we'll never, never meet, dear Paul, 

Upon this earth again ; _ 

But there, where happy angels greet, dear Paul, 

You'll meet Lorena there. 

Togther up the- ever shining way, 

We'll press with hoping heart — 

Together through the bright eternal day, . 

And never more to part. 



28 SONGS OF LOVE AND LIBERTY. 

Ijady ol the faalte. 

I loved thee in my days of joy, 

When thou wast but. a slender boy;. 

I loved thee when our hearts were light, 

And youth's gay charms were fond and bright; 

Sweet mem'ry # o'er me casts a spell! 

On those loved hours, oh let me dwell ! 

"When at the sound of thy dear voice, 

My cheek would flush, my ..heart rejoice. 

Thine eye's sweet flash I'll ne'er forget, 
Nor those sweet smiles when e'er we met; 
If I were sad thy smiles would cheer — i. 
Thou always smiled w"hen I was near. 
But years have flown since then, and now, . 
The stamp of manhood's on thy brow; 
Oh ! surely we have sadly changed — 
Fore'er our hearts are now estranged. 

And now when clouds of sorrow roll, 
And bitter griefs oppress my soul ; - 
T"hy hand no longer dries the tear, 
Nor wipes away the flood of care. 
And thou may'st wed a fairer flower, 
And bless the happy nuptial bower, 
But will your thoughts not sometimes stray 
To me perhaps, when far away ? 

And I may be another's bride, 
And the deep sea nlay us divide, 
Still, still, I can not thee forget — 
Tlove thee oh ! I love thee yet ! 



SONGS OF LOVE AND LIBERTY. 29 

But fare thee well I I'd rather make 
My bower upon some icy lake, 
Where thawing suns refuse to shine, 
Than trust a love so false as thine! 



My Wife aftd Cbild. 

The tattoo beats, the lights are gone, 
The camp around in slumber lies ; 
The night with solemn pace moves on, 
And sad uneasy thoughts arise. 
I think of thee oh, dearest one I ...'--, ' 
Whose love my early life hath blest ; 
Of thee and him our baby son, 
Who slumbers on thy gentle breast, 

God of the tender, hover near 
To her whose watchful eye is wet ; 
The mother, wife — the doubly dear, 
And cheer her drooping spirits yet. 
Now while she kneels before thy Throne, 
Oh, teach her, Ruler of the skies ! 
No tear is [wept to thee unknown, 
. No hair is lost, no sparrow dies ; 

That thou canst stay the ruthless hand 
Of dark disease, and soothe its pain; 
That only by thy stern command 
The battle's lost, the soldier slain; 
By day, by night — in joy or woe*— 
By fears oppressed or hopes beguiled, 
From ever clanger, every foe, 
Oh, God ! protect my wife and child ! 



30 SONGS OF LOVE AND LIBERTY. . 

All Quiet along the Potomac To- 
niglit. 

All quiet along* the Potomac to night, 
Except here and there a stray picket 
Is shot, as he walks on his beat to and fro, 
By a riflemen hid in the thicket. 

'Tis nothing, a private or two now and then 
Will not count in the news of the battle : 
Not an officer lost, only one of the men 
Moaning out all alone the death rattle. 

" All. quiet along the Potomac to-night," . 
While the soldiers lie peacefully dreaming 
And their tents in the rays of the clear autum 

moon, 
And the light of the camp fires are gleaming. 

A tremulous sigh as the gentle night wind 
Thro' the forest leaves slowly is creeping, 
While the stars up above with their glittering 

eyes, • '.- • 

Keep guard o'er the army while sleeping. 

There's only the sound of the lone sentry's tread, 
As he tramps from the rock to the fountain, 
And thinks of the two on the low trundle bed, 
Far away in the cot on the mountain. 

His musket falls slack, his face dark and grim, 
Grows gentle with memories tender, 
A3 he mutters a prayer for ihe children asleep ; 
And their mother — "may Heaven defend her." 



Then drawing his sleeves roughly over his eyes 
He dashes off the tears that are welling, 
And gathers his gun close up to his breast, « 
As if to keep down the he art- swelling. 

He passes the fountain, the blasted pin6 tree, 

And his footstep is lagging and weary, 

"Yet onward he goes, through the broad belt of 

• light, % 

Towards the' shades of the forest so dreary. 

Hark! was it the night Wind that rustled the 

leaves ? 
Was it the moonlight, so wondrously Sashing ? 
It looked like a rifle ! "Ha ! Mary, good bye J*' 
And the life-blood is ebbing and splashing. 

" All quiet along the Potomac to-night, " 

No sound save the ruslTof the river ; 

While soft falls the dew on the face of the dead, 

The picket's off duty forever. 

The moon seems to shine as brightly as then — 
That night, when the Love yet unspoken," 
Leaped up to his lips and when low murmured 

vows 
Were pledged to be ever unbroken. 



32 SONGS OF LOVE AND LIBERTY. 

When Other Friends are Round Thee, 

When other friends are round thee, 

And other hearts are thine ; 
When other bays have crowned thee, 

More fresh and green than mine : * 
Then think how sad and lonely 
■ This bleeding heart will be ; ' 

Which while it throbs, throbs only, 
- Beloved one, for thee.- 

. !Nay, do not (hink I doubt thee ; 
J know thy truth remains ; 
' J would not live without thee, 

For all the world contains. 
Thou art the star that guides me 

Across life's troubled sea; 
Whatever fate ' betide me„ , 
This heart will cling to thee. 



I'll Hang My Harp on. the Willow 

Tree. , 

I'll hang my harp on the willow tree, 

And I'll off to the wars again, 
My peaceful home has no charms for me ; 

The battle-field no pain. 

The lady I love will soon'be a bride, 

tt ith a diadem on her brow. 
Oh ! why did she Hatter my boyish pride ; 

She's going to leave me now. 



530NGS OF LOVE AND L1BERTJ. W $3H 

She took me away from my warlike Lord, 

And gave me a silken suit; 
I thought no more of my master's sword 

When I played on my master's lute, 

She seemed to think me a boy above • 

Her pages of low degree ; 
Oh ! had I but loved with a boyish love, 

It would have been better for me. 

Then 111 hide in my breast every ■ selfish care ; 

And I'll flush ■my pale cheek with wine : 
When smiles await the bridal pair, 

I'lMiasten to give them mine. 

Fll laugh and I'll sing though my heai'tmay breed, 

And I'll join in the festive i rain ; 
And if I survivc.it I'll mount my steed, 

And I'll qff to the wars again. 



Irish Emigrant's .Luminal. 

I'm sitting on tnc stile, Mary, 

Where we sat side by side, 
On a bright May morning, long ago, 

When first you were my bride ; 
The corn was. springing fresh and green. 

And the lark sang loud and high, 
And the red was on your lips, Mary, 

And the love-light in your eye. 



The place is little changed, Mary, 

And the day as bright as then ; 
And the lark's lond song is in my ear, 

And the-corn'is green again/ 
33ut I miss the soft clasp of your hand, 

And-yofir breath warm oji my check ; 
And I still keep listening for the "words 

You never more may speak. 

Tis but a step down yonder lane, 

And the little church stands near, 
The church where we were wed, Mary, 

I see the spire from here. 
But the graveyard lies between/ Mary, 

And my step might break your rest, 
For I've laid you, darling, dgwn to sleep, 

With your baby on yotir breast. 

I'm bidding you a long farewell, 

My Mary, kind and true, 
But I'll not forget you darling, in 

The land I'm going to. - 
They say there's bread and work lor all, 

And the sun "shines always there ; 
But I'll not fbfcsjet old Ireland, 

Were it fifty- times as fair. 

But often in those grand old woods, 

I'll sit and shut my eyes, . . 
And my heart will travel back again 

To the place where Mary lies. 
And I'll think: I see the little stile, r 

Where we sat. side by side, 
On the bright May morning long ago, 

When first you wore my bride, 



'; BONGS OF LOVE AND LIBERTY. 35 

Yellow Rose of Texas. 

There's a Yellow Rose in T< xas that I am goingifco see, 
To other darkey knows her, no darkey* only iae ; 
Hie cried so when I left her it like to broke me heart, 
Aid if I ever iind her, we never more will part. 



S'c's the sweetest, rose of color this darkey, ever 
knew ; 

Ilr eyes are bright as diamons, tlj,ey sparkle like the 
dew, 

Yd may talk ahotlt your. Dearest Mac, and sing of 
Rosey Lee, 

El the Yellow Rose of Texas heats the belles of Ten- 
nessee. 



W ere the Rio Grand is flowing, and the starry skies 

arc bright, 
Sh walks along the river in the o.uiet summer night; 
Sh thinks, if 1 remember, wficn we parted long ago, 
1 poinised to come back again, and not leave her so. 



Oh now I am gome: to iind her, for my heart is full 
ot woe ; 

An. we'll sing the song together that we sung so long 

' , ago-; . 

Wei play the banjo gaily, and we'll sing the songs of 
yore, 

Am the Yellow Rose of Texas shall be mine forever- 
more, 



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ob. SONGS UF LuVE AJCD LIUEKIi, 



Cora ILee. 

Years have lied since last I saw thee, 
Standing in thy cottage door, 

Ringlets bright as golden sunbeams, 
Floating o'er thy pale young brow, 

But thy smile is ever with me, 
Though I'll see thee never more, 

And thy form, ah ! fancy's fair dreams, 

s .Ne'er can bring one like thou. 



CHORUS, 

Pale. the moonbeams fall at. even, 
On the green turf over thee, 

But thy gentle soul's in heaven, 
Farewell, lost one, Cora Lee, 



Cheeks as red as summer roses, 

Eyes as -blue as summer sky, 
|$ow the willow sways its tresses, 

O'er thy grave, dear Cora Lee, 
And a heart whose avealth discloses, 

Love gems sparkling in thine eye., 
And at eve the dew drop nestles,- 

In the wild flowers o'er thee. 

Chorus. — rale the moonbcans, &c. 



Still thy voice, like music stealing, 
Lingers round where last we met, 

And I hear thee when I am sleeping, 
Whisper, " thou canst ne'er forget, 



BONGS 01 LOVE ANQ LIBERTY. 

No pale marble gleams above her, 
, Yet how (fete* that spot to me, 
ISIem'ry wanders to thee «v ( > ri 
•" Angel stolen"' Cora Lee. 



Old B©5> Ridley. 

A possum sot in a simmon tree, 
-A lookin cunnin down at me ; 
: £ took a rock, all on the sly, 

And I hit him zip right in the eye ! 

♦ j Old Bob Ridley, Oh ! 
' 7; "j Old Bob Ridley, Oh! 
JlU \ Old Bob Ridley, Oh ! 

] How could you fool dat possum so ? 



Oh ! boys, come along and shuck dat corn, 
Oh, boys come along to de rattle of de horn, 

We'll shuck and sing till de coming of de morn, 
And den we'll have a holiday. 

I took him down to Polly Bell, ■ 
Because I know she'd cook him well ; 

/She made a fry, and she made a stew, 
An a roast, an T a brile, an' a barbecue ! 

) Old Bob Ridley, Yjl „ < 

All [ Oh ! Oh ! j' ( 7/(rec hmcs -) 

) Why didn't you let "close darkies know ? # 
Chorus. — boys, come along, Ac. 



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38 ' SOXCS Of 9K) YE AND LIBERTY.. 

"When 'twas clone I gin a call, 

An' here come in £* niggers all ; 
"We trowed ' lc ttogs eta head and feet,. 
,j\~> nad a plenty left«for us all to eat !' 



( Old Bob Ridley, ) rrr , • . , 

Ml - Oh! Oh!, \S Thrce time '^ 

( We never have hear of. de like before !. 

€uonrs.— boys, come along, etc.. 



Old master say lie never see 

A possum half so fat as he ! 
We eat, and we danced 5 ; and we eat all night, 
" But we eould'nt cat him all fore de mornia. 
lie-lit. 



( Old Bob Ridley, ).,--, .. . N 

Ml Oh! Oh! . W* ree hrm >) 

I Now do you tcll.dese darhies.so ! 

Chorus. — 0, boys, come along, 4c.- 



X got a half a dollar for his skin, 

On which, next nfght, we frolic' d again,. 
And dat made Roily love me well, 
. - • An' a mighty purty gal was Roily Bell". 

( Old Bob Ridley, " [ (7y ■ ^ 

All \ Oh!. Oli! • ft, 

(.lie next time well be sure to c'o. 

Chores. — boyp. cuine along. ds_ 



BONUS OF LOVE AND UHM1TY 



Oli ! Polly's lips, tley look .so sweet 

vriiw.^ j. ftS SOH1€ fi n nice 'to eat;. 
Dat possums Jar, a,, ..:..; t^gsm^'s hide, ' 
V v. Dem .was .-de lings made Polly u. y u-idc 

( Old Bob Ridley, L ' • , 

All ICm Oh! J-(^ree ttjne.%) 

( Polly is de Belle of de old banjo J 
Chorus, — boys, come along, &c. 



"LiUy Bale, 

iNvas a calm, clear night, and the moon's pale lio>'ht 
Shone soft o'er hill and vale, ' - 

"When sad-hearted friends stood around the death-bed 
Of my poor, sweet Lily Dale ! 



OE.UK US. . 

0, Lily! sweet Lily! dear Lily Dale ! 
Now the wild roses wave o'er her little green grave 
'Neath the trees in the blooming vale i • = 

Like a fair flower white, on that sad, still night 

Swept by some icy gale, 
On her couch of snow, in her beaut* brio-ht 

Lay my dear, sweet Lily Dale ! 

Chorus.— 0, Lily! swsot Lily.' dear Lily Dale | &c, 

'ii 

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40 



»ONG.S 01 -LOVE AND LIUEM"!'. 



"I £0," and she smiled, as we wept o'er t^- ^" ia . 

" To that sinless, happy val*. " 
"Where a kind IkuiJ «**sTw!pe all pain from the brow 

Of 3'onr poor, dear Lily Dale ! " 

CnoRus. — 0, Lily ! pale Lily ! sweet Lily Dale I <&<?,. 

The moon went down 'heath the forest brown, 

And the stars grew dim and pale, 
And the death smile wreathed the white, cold' lips, 

Of my poor, lost Lily Dale ! « 

Chorus. — 0, Lily ! sweet Lily !" dear Lily Dale.! &c. 

Where the flowers bloom o'er her lonely tomb, 
m 'Neath the trees of the leafy, vale ; 
~ v Sweetly sleepeth in peace, while the bright birds sing 
My laved, my dear Lily Dale ! 

Chorus— 0, Lily ! pale Lily !' lost Lily Dais ! drc. 



I>«arest Mae. 

Now,, darkies, come and listen, a story I'll relate, 
It happened in a valley in the old Carolina State. 
It was down in the meadow I used to make the hay ; 
1 alwa}-s work the harder when I think of loveh' Ma 



oh, dearest Mae, you're lonely as the da^ 
Your eyes so bright, the.}- shine nt night, 
When the motm am gjo»e away, 



. ? SONGS OF LOVE AND LIBERTY. '11 

■ . 4 

My massa give me holiday, I wish he'd give mc more, 
I thanked him very kindly as I shoved "my boat from 

shore, 
And down the river paddled, with a heart so light and 

free, 
To the cottage ©f my lovely Mae, I long'd so much to 
see. ' • 

Chorus. — Oh, dearest Mae, &G, _ 



On the bank of the riyer, where the trees they hang 

so low, ' - 

.When the coons among the branches play, and the 

minx ho keeps below, 
"©h ! there is the spot, and Mae, she looks so very 

sweet, 
Her eyes they sparkle .like .the stars, and her lips aro 

red as. beet. - > ; 

Chorus. — Oh, dearest Mae, &c. 

.Beneath the shady old oak tree, I've sat for many an 

hour, . 

&s happy as the. little bird that sports among the 

flowers ; 
But dearest Mae, i left her ; she cried when both we 

parted, 
1 gave her a long and farewell kiss, and back to massa 

startctl. 

vCiiorus.— Oh, dearest Mae, &c. 



My master then. was taken sick, and poor old man he 

died, 
And I was sold, way down below, close by the river 

side ; 

• 5b 



4'2 SONGS OF LOVE AND LIBERTY. 

Ulicn lovely Mac did hear the news, she wiltcred like 

a flower, 
And now lies low, beneath the tree where the owhhoots 

every hour. 

Chorus. — Oh, dearest Mae, &o. 



Tlirec Cheers for our Jaclt MorgaiB. 

The snow is in the cloud, 

And .Right is gathering, o'es us, 
The winds are piping loud, 

And fan the blaze before us-. 
Then join the jovial band, 

And tune .the vocal organ ; 
And with a will, we'll all join in,; 

Throe cheers for our' Jack Morgan;. . 



Gather round the camp-fire;* 

Our duty has been done ; 
Let's gathe." round the camp fire;. 

And have a little fun"; 
Eet's gather round the camp-fire-, 

Our duty has been done, 
Twas done upon the- battle field., 

Three cheers for our Jack Morgans. 



Jack Morgan is his name, 
The fearless and the lucky 

j^'o dastard foe can tame 
The -son of old Ken tuck v 



'SONGS QV LOVE A\D LIBERTY. 4«? 

3Iis heart is with his^ State, 

lie rights foil Southern freedom; 

His men their General's word await, 
They'll go "where he will lead ■em. 

Chorus. — Gather round the camp-fire, <fcc. 



lie swore to free his home, 
- . To burst her chains asunder, 
With sound or* trump and "drum, 
. And loud Confederate thunder ; 
And in the darksome night, 
•* - By light ©f Iiomestead burnhig, 

He'll put.the'skulking.foe to flight, 
Tlieir hearts to wailings turning-. 

Chorus. — Gather round the camp-fire, <fcc„ 

The dung-eon dark and cold 

Could not Ins body prison, 
Nor tam.e a spirit bold 

That o'er reverse had risen-; 
Then sing the song of joy? 

Our toast be lovely woman, 
And Morgan he's the gallant boy 3 

To plague the hated foeman ! 

Chorus. — Gather round the ca.mp-frre,ete., 



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44 SOWGS OF LOVE AND LIBERTY 

-. A mile, off tlic V«ie. 

By. R. W. S'wrnnei/. 

The moments are dreary, 

I'm lonely and weary, 
Sighing 1 for thy soft, sweet, "melting voice;- 

I love thee so fondly, 

"Without thee I'm lonely, 
For in this world thou art mme*only choice. 



Come, come, come! love, come ! 
.Come, ere the night-torches pale ;■• . 
0, rise in thy duty, thou marvel of beauty, 
Dear Annie, sweet Annie of the vale. 



I go forth to battle, 
'Mid the clash and rattle 

Of musketry and cannons' sullen roar,; 
■ . They cannot defeat us, 
The Lord wift assist us — 

We'll conquer, or we'll welter in "our gore. 

Chorus. — Come, come, come r &c, 



If, then, love, I'm lying 

Wounded and dying ; 
If on the field of Carnage I am slain, . 

The spirit of thy lover 

Around, thee will hover — 
In heaven he'll hope to. meet thse, love again. 

Chorus— Come, come, come, &q. 



SONGS OF LOVE AND 'LIHE.KTYV 

Bixie, the I^aiict of King Cotton, 

. 

Oh, Dixie ! the land of King 1 Cotton, 

The home of the brave and the free ; 
A nation by Freedom begotten. 

The "terror of despots to be. 
Wherever thy banner is streaming. 

Base tyranny quails. at thy feet ; 
And Liberty's sunlight is beaming 

In splendor of majesty sweet. 



Then three cheers for our army so true, 
Three cheers for our President too ; 

May our banner triumphantly wave 
Over Dixie, the land of the brave I " 



When Liberty sounds her war rattle. 

Demanding her right and her due ; 
The first land that rallies to battle • 

Is Dixie, the home of the true. 
Thick as leaves of the forest in _ summer, 

Her-ferave s^ns will rise on each plain: 
And then strike till each Vandal comer 

Lies dead on the soil he would stain. 

CnoPwUs.— Then three cheers for our army, &e. 



May the names of the dead that we cherish, 
Fill memory's cup to the brim ; 

May the laurels we've won never perish, 
Nor our stars of their glory grow dim. 



46 songs of- love And .liberty. 

May the Stales of the South never sever, ; ' 

Uut companions of Freedom e'er be; 
$Iay they flourish Confederate forever, 
• The boast, of the brave and the free. 

Chorus. — Three cheers for our array, &c. 



No one to Love. 

No one to love, none to caress, 

Roaming- alone through this world s wilderness, 

Sad is my heart, joy is unknown, 

Fop In my sorrow I'm weeping alone, 

!No gentle voice, no tender smile. 

Makes me rejoice, or cares beguile;, 

ciioiius. 

jSTo one to love, none to caress, 

Roaming alone through this world's wilderness, 

Sad is my heart, joy is unknown, 

For in my sorrow 1'ni weeping alone. 



In dreams alone, loved ones I see, 

And well-known voices ihen whisper to me ; 

Sighing, I wake, waking I weep : 

Soon with the loved and the lost T shall sleep. 

Oh, -blissful restj what heart would stay, 

Ui.loved, unbless'd, from heaven away ? 

Chorus. ; — No one to love, none to paress. &t. 



SONGS OF LOYB AND LIBERTY. 47 

No one to love, none to caress, 
None to respond to this lieait's tenderness ! 
Trusting I wait: God in Ins love 
Promises vest in his mansions above : 
Oh, bliss in store, oh, joy mine own, 
There never more to weep alone ! 

Chorus, — No one to love, none to caress, <4.c. 



Why ho €>aae to Love. 

No oho to love in tfris beautiful world, 

Full of warm hearts ant] bright beaming eyes 
Where is the lone lien't thnt-nothing can find, 
That is lovely beneath the blue skies. 
No one to love ! : 
No one to love ! 
Why no one to love ? 
What haye, you done' in this beautiful world, 
That you're sighing of no one to love ? 

Dark is the soul that has nothing to dwell on} 

How sad umst its brightest hours prove ! 
Lonely the dull brooding spirit must be, 
That has no one to cherish and love. 
No one to love ! ■ •- 
No one to love ! 
Why no on<? to love? 
^v~hat have you done in this beautiful world, 
; ^at you're sighing of no one to love ? 



48. SONfiS OF LOVE AND LIBERTY. 

Many a fair one that dwells on the eajth 

Who would greet you .with kind words of cheer, 
Many who gladly Avoidd join in your pleasures 
Or share in your grief with a tear. 
No one to love ! 
No one to love ! 
Why no one to love"? > 

"W here have you roam'd in this beautiful world, 
That you're sighing of no One to love? 



The SotitlMM'ii Cross* 

Oh ! say can you see, through the gloom and the storm, 
More bright for the' darkness, that pure const ellation, 
Like the symbol of love,, and redemption,, its form, , 
As it points to the haven of hope for the nation. 
How radiant each star, as they beacon afar, 
♦living promise ot peace or assurance in war. 
'lis the cross of the South which shall eveiiremain, 
To light us to Freedom and Glory again. 



How peaceful and blest was Americas .soil, 

'Till betrayed by the guile of the Puritan demon, 
Which lurks under Virtue, and springs from its coil, 
To fasten its fangs in, the life bio d of freemen. 
Then loudly appeal, to each heart that can feel. 
And crush the foul Viper 'ncath Liberty's heel; 
And the Cross of the South shall for ever remain^ 
• To light us to 1'rcedom and GluVv again. 



SONGS OF LOVE AND LIBERTY. 49 

,*Tis the emblem of peace, 'tis the day star of hope ; 

Like the sacred Labarum, m&hich,' guided the Roman, 
From the shores of the Gulf to' the Delaware's slope, 
'Tis the trust of the Free and the terror of Foemen. 
Fling its folds to the air, while we boldly declare, 
The rights we demand, or the deeds that we dare ;' 
And the Cross of the South shall forever remain, 
To light us to Freedom and Gk>ry again. $,. 

But if peace' should be hopeless and justice denied, 
And war's bloody vulture should .flap his black pin- 

'Then gladly to arms ! while we hurl in our pride, 
Defiance to Tyrants, and death to their minions; - 
With our front to t lie field, sAvearing never to. 

yield, 
Or return like the Spartan, in death on our shield, 
And the Cross of the South shall triumphantly 
wave, 
As the flag of the Free, or the paU-cft-herbrave. 



fio -Surrender. 



Ever constant, ever true, 
Let the word be, no Surrender 

Boldly dare and greatly do ! 

They shall bring us safely through, 
No Surrender ! no surrender ! 

And though fortune's smiles be few, 

Hope is always springing new. 

Still inspiring me and you, 
With a ; magi c,.no Surrender' 



50 SONGS OF LOVE AND LIBERTT, 

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Kail Hie colors to the mast, 

Shouting gladly, no Surrender ; 
Troubles near ate all but past; 
Serve them as yoii did the last. 

No surrender ! no surrender 1 
Though the skies be overcast, 
And upon the sleety blast, 
Disappointments gather fast, 

Beat them off with no surrender f 

Constant and courageous still, 

Mind, the word is, No Surrender ! 
Battle, tho' it be up hill, 
' Stagger not at seeming ill, 

No Surrender ! no Surrender, 
Hope, and. thus your hope fulfil, 
There's a way, where there's a-.will, 
And the way all cares to kill, v 
Is to give them No Surrender, V 



Di'iiuiincr Boy off ghiloti. 

On Shiloh's dark and blood}- ground, 

The dead and wounded lay, 

Amongst them was a drummer boy, 

That beat the drum that da}\ f 

A wounded soldier raised hihi up, 

His .drum waft by his side, 

He clasped his hands and raised his" eyes 

And prayed before he died. 

He clasped his hands and raised his eyes 

And prayed before he died. 



SONUS OF LOVE AND LIUERTY. 51 

Look down upon the battle field, - 
Oh Thou, our lleav'nly friend, 
Have mercy on our sinful souls, 
The soldiers cried, "Amen." 
For gather' d round a little group, 
Each brave man knelt and cried, 
They listened to the drummer boy 
Who prayed before he died, 
They tisten'd to the drummer boy ( 
"Who prayed befor#he died; v 

" Oh Mother !" said the dying boy, 

" Look down from Heay'n on me, 

Receive me to thy fond embrace, 

Oh take me home to thee. 

I've loved my couitry as my God, 

To serve them both I've tried," — 

He smiled, shook hands, death seized the boy 

Who prayed before he died, 

He smiled, shook hands, death seized the. boy 

Who prayed before he died. 

Each soldier w r ept then like a child, 

Stout hearts were they and brave ; 

The flag his winding sheet, Cod's book 

The key unto his grave. 

They wrote upon a simple board 

These words, " This is a guide 

To those who mourn the drummer boy 

"Who prayed before he died, 

To those who mourn the drummer boy 

Who prayed before he died " 



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i SONGS OF LOVE AND LIBERTY. 

Who will Care for Mother now? 

Wny am I so weak and weary ? 

See !. how faint my heated breath, 
All around to me seems darkness ; 

Tell me, comrades, is this death ? 
Ah ! how. well I know. your answer ; 

To my fate I meekly kovt ;, 
If you'll only tell me truly, 

Who will care for Mother "how V. 

CHORUS. 

So©» with angels I'll be marching, 
With bright laurels on my brow ; 

I have for my country fallen ! - 
Who will care for Mother now ? 

Who will comfort her in Sorrow ? 

Who will dry the falling tear ? 
Gently smooth her wrinkled forehead • 

Who will whisper, words of cheer '? 
Even now, I think I see her, 

Kneeling, praying for me ! how 
Can 1 leave her in her anguish? 

"Who will care for Mother now ? 

0HOE.US.— Soon with angels I'll, dtc. 

Let this knapsack be my pillow, 

And my mantle be the sky; 
Hasten, comrades, to the battle, 

I will like a soldier die. 
Soon with angels 111 be marching, 

Vs ith bright laurels on my brow ; 
I; have for my country fallen. 

Who will care for Mother now ? - 

^iiarus. — Soon Avitl? angels, <fce. 



SONGS. OF LOVE AND LIBERTY. 53 



When lliis Cruel War i§ Over 

Dearest one, do you remember 

When we last did meet ? 
When* you told me how you loved me, 

Kneeling at my feet ? 
Oh ! how proud you stood before me, 

in your suit of grey, 
When you vowed from me and country 

Ne'er to go astray. 



Weeping, sad and lonely, 
Sighs and tears how vain ; 

When this cruel war is over, 
Praying then to meet again. 

V\ hen the summer breeze is sighing 

Mournfully along, 
Or -witen autumn leaves are falling;. 

Sadly breathes the song, 
Oft in dreams I see you lying 

On the battle plain, 
Lonely, wounded, even dying, 

Calling, but in vain. 

Chob,us. — Weeping, sad; &e». 



If amid the din of battle t 

Nobly you should fall, 
Far away from those who love yon, 

None to hear your call, 
W ho would whisper words of comfort ? 

Who would. soothe your, pain? 
Ah ! the many cruel fancies, 

Ever in my brain ! 

Chorus — Weeping, sad. &c, 



SQ-NttS OF LOYE AND LIBERTT. 

But our country called you, loved one, 

Angels guide your way ; 
Wliile our " Southern Boys" are fighting, 

We .can also pray. 
When you strike for God and freedom, 

Let all- the nations see 
Sow you love our Southern banner, 

Emblem of the free ! 

Chorus. — Weeping, sad, &c. 



On to Olory. 

Sons of Freedom ! on to .glory.! 

Go where brave men do or due ; 
Let your names in future story 

Gladden every patriot's eye : 
'Tis your country calls you, hasten ! 

Backward hurl the invading foe : 
Freemen ! never think of danger, 

To the glorious battle go. 

Oh ! remember gallant Ja-ekson, 

Single-handed in the fight, 
Death blows dealt the fierce marauder, 

For his liberty -and right. 
Tho' he fell beneath their thousands, 

v Vh. ) that covets not his fame ? 
Grand and glorious, brave and noble, 

Jleneeforih shall be Jackson's aaiae, 

Sons of Freedom ! ean you linger, 
When you hear the battle's roar. 

Fondly dallying with yonr pleasures 
When the foeis ai your door? . 



S'OKGS OF LOVE' AND LIUEItTY. 

Never,, no ! we fear no idlers, 

"Death or Freedom's" now the cry, 

Till the Stars and Bars triumphant} 
Spread their folds ..to^very eye. 



Ellen. Buyiat;. 

Soft be thy slumbers I 

Rude cares depart !' 
Visions in numbers 

Cheer thy young heart ! 
Dream on while bright hours 

And fond hopes remain, 
Blooming, lihe smiling flowers, 

For thee, Ellen Bay no ! ■ ' 
(Gentle slumbers o'er thee glide, 
Dreams of beauty round thee bide, 
"While I linger by thy side; 

Sweet Ellen Bayne ! 



Dream not in anguish,. 

Dream not in fear; . 
Love shall not languish — 

Fond ones 'are near. 
Sleeping or waiving. 

In pleasure or pain, • 

Warm hearts will beat for thee, 

Sweet Ellrn Bayne 1 
Gentle slumbers o'er thee glide, 
Dreams of beauty round thee bide, 
While I linger by thy side, 

Sweet Ellen Bayne ! 



56 f SOVGS OF LOVE AXD LIBERTY, 

Scenes that have vanished 

Smile on thee now— 
Pleasures, once banished, 

Play round thy brow — 
Forms long departed, 

Greet thee again, 
Soothing thy dreaming heart, 

Sweet Ellen Bayne ! 
Gentle slumbers o'er thee glide, 
Dreams of beauty round thee bide, 
While I linger by thy side, 

Sweet Ellen Bayne ! 



Horn IL-ec or Don't fee "Foolish, Joe. 

When .riived in Tennessee, 

U-li, a li, o-la, ee, 
There lived, too, sweet Rosa Lee 

U-li, a li, o-la, ce. 
Eyes as dark as winter nighty 
Lips as red as berry bright, 
When first I did her wooing go, 
She said, Now don't be foolish, Joe ! 

U-li, a-li, o-la, ee, 
•JIappy then in Tennessee, 

U-li, a-li, o-la, ee, 
*Ncath the wild Banana tree. 



My story yet is to be told, 

U-H, a-li, o-la, ee, 
Rosa one day caught* a -col'd, 

•.U-li, a-li, o-la, ee, 
.Sent for doctor, sent i'qr nurse. 



SONGS OF. LOVE AND LIBERTY. 

Doctor came, and she grew worse. 
T tried Lu make her smile, but no, 
She said, Now don't be foolish,/ Joe J 

U-li, a-li, o-la, ee, 
Sad was I in Tennessee, 

U-li, a-li, o-la, ee, 
•'Neath the wild Banana tree. 



They gave her up, no power could save, 

U-li, a-li, o-la, ee. 
She whispered, Follow to the' grave. 

U-li, a-li, o-la, ee. 
I took her hand, twas cold as death, 
SO:Cold, I scarce could draw my breath, 
She saw my tears in sorrow flow, 
Then said, Farewell, my dearest Joe ! 

U-li, a-li, o-la, ee, 
Rosa sleeps in Tennessee, p 

U-li, a-li, o-la, ee, 
'Neath the wild Banana tree- 



Aimt Jemima'* Plaster, 

Aunt Jemima, she was old,. 
Ik^But very kind and clever ; 
Sne^had a notion of her own 

That she would marry never. 
She" said that she .would live in peace, 

Ahd she would be her master ;- 
She made her living day hv day 

By selling of a plasty 



CHORUS; 

Slie'epskin and beeswax 
- Make this awful plaster-"; 
The more you- try to take it off, 
■The more it sticks the faster. 

B * She 3iad a sister, very tall, 

And if she'd kept on growing » 

She might have been a giant now, 

. In fact there is no knowing;. 

All of a sudden she became 
Of her own height the master, 

And all because upon each foot ' 
Jemima put a plaster." 

Chorus. — Sheepskin and beeswax, &c 

Her* neighbor had a Thomas cat 

That eat like any glutton ; 
It never caught a. mouse or rat, 

But stole both milk and mutton j 
To keep it home she tried her best, 

But never could be its master, 
Until she stuck it to the. floor 

With Aunt Jemima's plaster. 

Chorus.— Sheepskin and beeswax, &'c. 

Now if you have a dog or cat, 

A husband, wife, or lover, 
That you would wish to keep at home, 

This plaster just discover ; 
And if you wish to live in peace, 

Avoiding all disaster, . 
Take my advice, and try the strength 

Of Aunt Jemima's plaster ; 

Chorus. — Sheepskin and beeswax 



SOKGS OF LOVE A>:D LIBERTY, 5 

Her Br i glit Eyes ifaamt Me Still. 

"Pis years since last we met, 

And we may not meet aganS>: 
I have struggled to forget, 

But the straggle was in vain, 
For her Voice lives on the breeze, 

And her spirit comes at will, 
In the midnight, on the seas ; 

Her bright smile haunts me.stilL 

Tirs first sweet dawn of light, 
When I gaze- upon the deep, . 

Her form still greets my sight," 
While the stars their vigils- keep ; 

When I close mine aching eyes, 
Sweet dreams my senses £41,. 

And when from sleep I rise, 

Her bright smile haunts me still I ■ ? - 

I have-sail'd 'neath alien skies, 

I have trod the desert path* 
I have seen the storm, arise 

Like a giant in his wrath ; • 
Every danger I have known, 

That a reckless life can fill, 
Yet her presence is not flown, 

•Her bright smile haunts me still. 



GO SONGS OF LOVE A^D LIBERTY, 

Star of tlic Eveniaig. 

Beautiful star in heaven so blight, 
Soltly falls tliy silvery light, 
As thou movest from earth afar, 
Star ol the evening, beautiful star ! 

Chorus.— Star of the evening, &c. 



"In fancy's ear thou seeufst to say, 
"Follow me, come from earth away 
Upward thy spirit's pinions try, 
To realms of love beyond the sky." 

Chorus. — To realms of love, <fec. 



Shine on r star of love divine, 
And may your soul's affections twine 
Around thee, as thou mov'st afar, 
Star of the twilight, beautiful star ! 

Chorus. — Star of the twilight, <fec. 



I NO EX 



All Quiet Along the Potomac To-night, 80 

Annie Laurie, '..." 24 

Annie of the Vale, . . . . 44 

Aunt Jemima's Plaster, , . . . . 57 

Bonny Jean,., 11 

Coxa Lee, „'. . ... 86 

Dearest Mae, ...#. . . . '. 40 

Dearest Spot of Earth, 7 

Dixie, the Land of Cotton, - 45 

Dixie War Song,. . ,\ 12 

Do They Miss Me at Home, 8 

Drummer .Boy of Shiloh..... „ g© 

Ellen Bayne, 55 

Ever of Thee, -. 16 

Fairy Belle, 7 

Her Bright Eyes Haunt Me Still.............. 59 

I'll Hang My Harp on tho Willow Tree...... 82 

Irish Emigrant's LameDt, 83 

I Sec Her Still in My Dreams, lij 

L'ady of tbc Lake, ..'..-. 28 

Let Mc Kiss Him for His Mother, . 22 

Lilly Dale, ~ . .^p$ 



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index:". 



Listen to the Mocking Bird, '. 5 

Lorena, .. '. . 25 

My Wife and Child, : . . , 29 

jSo Oae to Love, : 46 

No Surrender, , 49 

Old Bob Ridley,. . . . , S7 

On to Glory, 54 

Pawl- Vane, or Lorena's Reply,... ....<*. ...... 26 

Rosa. Lee, cr Don't be Foolish, Joe, .. . . .- 50 

-Southern Cross, 48 

Star of the Evening, . . . ".. „ 60 

The Bonnie Blue flag, 17 

The Confederate Flag, 20 

The Cottage by the Sea, . . . 14 

Three Cheers for Our JuckMo.Vg.ua,.... . ... 43 

There's Life in the Old Land Yet, 10 

The Officer's Funeral, ! 15 

The Volunteer, , 21 

War Song of the Partisan Rangers,.., — " 4 

We Conquer or Die, ,. . . 3 

When Other Fri-ends are Round'Thec, 3 i 

\Vhcn this Cruel War is Over, 5-3 

Who will Care for Mother No w ? 52 

Why No One to Love, 47 

YcKqw Rose of Texas, 85